help.â
âYeah. Heâs changed his hiding spots on me, anyhow. I thought Iâd give it a go, though. Cut down the smoking at the same time.â
âGive it a go, eh? Well, good luck. What brought this on?â
âUh ⦠Michaelaen, to tell you the truth. He told me I smell like an ashtray.â
âMy son the worrying wart.â
âHe wasnât worried. He was simply stating a fact.â
âYeah. Well. His little means are more devious than his ways.â
âAs are yours.â
âWhatâs that mean?â
âMeaning you never said a word about the murder since it happened. You just let everybody talk and you listen. Like youâve got some seedy ideas of your own that you wonât let on about.â
âI donât. Honest. I wish I did. Look. Maybe it was one of those crimes that never gets solved. Happens all the time. I mean, if the guy had buried the kid, thatâs what might have happened. The way I see it, though, is this: he leaves the body in the wide open like that just so people do find it. Thatâs what worries me.â
âBecause?â
âBecause if no one does find him, heâll do it again. Maybe. Sometimes itâs some nut job just passing through. Gets off a plane at Kennedy, kills one here, one there along the way ⦠leaving a trail of bodies from here to L.A. You never know. Iâll let you in on something if you promise not to tell anyone.â
âNow who would I tell?â
âI dunno. Carmela. Canât you just see her doing a daily on the progress of the 102? She eats this kind of stuff up.â
âYou canât really blame her. It is intriguing.â
âIntriguing? Itâs macabre.â
A bolt of lightning lit up the backyard and rain came down in a sheet. Mary flew into the kitchen with a basketful of laundry. âNot that one of my fully grown daughters would come out and give me a hand!â she cried, but she wasnât angry, she was thrilled to feel the sudden rain. Her blood pressure was right up there and her cheeks were pink with pleasure. She pounded barefoot through the house, now dark, now bright with the powerful storm.
âNot a word?â continued Zinnie.
âDonât be silly.â
âWell. Besides his little pocketful of possessions: a boy scout knife, baseball cards, and a couple of other things, the kid had a manâs new cufflink on him. A roulette wheel. Like a real one. With a little bead in it. On the top was a neat little knob that you could spin the bead with.â
âSo?â
ââSoâ she says. Youâre right. It might mean nothing at all. But if Miguelâthat was the kidâs nameâif Miguel knew the guy who killed him ⦠if heâd met with him before, that might be just the kind of thing that would entice a little boy into the woods, wouldnât you say?â
âYes. Except that that could have come from anywhere. His fatherââ
âDidnât. They checked.â
âOr an uncleââ
âAn uncle could have killed him, too.â
âWhat a thought!â
âWhat a thought that anybody would have done it.â
âIâll say one thing. Inanimate objects sometimes carry messages.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLike from the dead.â
âOh, please stop. You and your heebie-jeebie nonsense!â
âItâs not nonsense.â And why did a roulette wheel cufflink ring a bell?
âRight. Out with the Ouija board. I could clobber Daddy. He knows how worried I am to have Michaelaen out. Why doesnât he bring him back? Sometimes I think heâs being purposely annoying. He is. He does it because he thinks that now that the cat is out of the bag and everyone knows that Freddy is gay, that means that Michaelaen is his . Itâs like his macho power trip. Meanwhile, he was the one who was so hot on me marrying Freddy in the